Parents tell us we have a great life.
But I want to tell them I hate this strife.
My day is filled wih papers and books
While my brain sways like the currents in brooks
I doodle on my notebook
As we learn about Yankee Doodle from our textbook.
I sleep with my eyes open
In order to keep myself from trouble again.
I sincerely need help
Before I loudly yelp